Namaste

We’ve entered a dream state, anyway, so why not be for each other a totality?

People gaze on aliens, congregating in special forces to fight decay,

And who gazes back in the window but my hologram, looking on in soulless abandon?

And I say namaste, but what alien do I gaze on?

Going out in the morning magpie song, just cause I love its sound, cause in my imagination,

The bush returns, traffic engine, into melodious bird call, found life again,

And I can hear a world in the bush, and I see the window world around,

The window world only wants to harm the soul, and in, would try contain a miracle, but loses in intention its own soul,

The bush, in tempo returned, carries heart on life’s wing, bears my love’s reverence to you, and I’m part of everything,

And you’ll come, in the end won’t you g?

Away from a world of holograms, into the bush with me, into what’s true,

And say you love me, too?